“You haven’t tasted it yet,” she warned. “Although I must admit it was super easy, and it looks delish.”
The friends lined up along the counter, loading their plates with food before gathering in the living room.
Harlow tracked down the remote and scrolled through the apps until she found the YouTube link. Pulling up the popular site, she tapped the audio button. Using the voice command, she rattled off the product name. A screen full of ads touting the drug appeared. “Great. There’s a bunch of them.”
“You might need to narrow it down by most recent,” Meg suggested.
“Right.” Harlow repeated the voice command. “Abuttrezil recent commercial.”
A full-screen image of Cheyenne, seated on the bike, appeared.
Noelle clutched her chest, making a gagging sound. “What is that woman wearing?”
“Inappropriate attire,” Meg said.
“She looks like a clown,” Abby chimed in. “Didn’t you say Robert, your ex, got her this gig?”
“He did.”
“What was he thinking?”
“Good question, and I have no idea,” Harlow replied.
“Based on the shenanigans she’s up to now, it should be prison orange,” Peyton said.
“I’m not sure if she was the one who broke into my house,” Harlow said. “Although I have my suspicions.”
Cheyenne started humming her creepy tune. Down the street and around the vehicle she pedaled until the moment of discomfort struck. Her tranquil smile disappeared.
The bike’s handlebars wobbled. Cheyenne struggled to keep it upright. Her expression morphed into what could only be described as severe discomfort.
The bike fell sideways. Cheyenne, quick on her feet, let it hit the ground. With a grimace she hobbled to the sidewalk, wincing in pain.
The voice-over started his spiel about the benefits of the product. Cheyenne popped a tablet and sipped the bottled water. She returned to her bike and rode off into the sunset while the announcer listed the drug’s possible side effects.
“And that’s a wrap.” Harlow hit the power button.
“I’ll say one thing…it’s memorable,” Lottie said.
“What’s up with the weird outfit and creepy humming?” Eryn frowned. “She looks psycho.”
“If that’s the best she has, you have nothing, and I do meannothingto worry about,” Peyton said.
“In her defense, Robert should have given her some better advice, made her ditch the weird humming and change into more suitable attire.”
Noelle’s lower lip trembled. She burst out laughing. “A pain in the butt filmed a butt relief product. You can’t even make this up.”
“Your ex must’ve worked hard to get that little gem approved,” Abby said.
“No kidding.” Harlow changed the subject. “Back to the break-in. The job-site supervisor called right before you guys got here. He’s adding his own temporary alarm system at Lighthouse Lane.”
“We don’t hear too much about theft and thieves on the island,” Meg said. “But you being a household name could be attracting unwanted attention.”
“I suppose encouraging Marty to start offering tours and taking visitors by my new place might not have been the brightest idea.”
“Do you think it would have mattered?” Peyton asked.
“From previous experience, probably not. This is a reminder that I need to install my whiz-bang state-of-the-art cameras and security system before I move in.” Harlow finished her macaroni and cheese and stood. “I’m tempted to go for seconds, but I want to try the cobbler.”
